Email: swythangel@hotmail.com
Title: Götterdammerüng (Twilight of the Gods)
Type: Series 14/?
Teaser: With their return to Weiß, Ken and Ran find old feelings resurfacing...
Rating: PG (just to be safe)
Spoilers: I don't know, let's just assume there is
Warnings: Strong Language, Shonen Ai leaning towards Yaoi
Keywords: Ken, Aya/Ran, Youji, Ran/AyaxKen, YoujixKen, angst, a lil fluff
Disclaimer: Weiß Kreuz is not mine, just as kawaii Tomokazu Seki is not mine…both are Koyasu Takehito's…Or at least I'd like to think Seki and Koyasu belong together. Ahohohoho! Twisted me!
looks around
at the ML people>Do I detect suspicious glares all around? grins> See!
See! This is REAL!
That Gott joke
did me in…it made me guilty as heck for fooling you guys so I came out
with the real one ^-^ Now I'm not evil ne? ne? And you all forgive me?
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shameless plugging here.
To the WK "god"
who threatened to skin me…see! I have the next part up. You can't skin
me beams>
This is slightly
longer than the last installment and it tries to explain what happened
to Ken. looks at document> I really should wind this up fast, it has
already reached 68 pages in Word O.o kya!!!
But this is
nearing the end though, I hope…yes, Bridget-chan it is ^-^ Whee! Have I
established a record for longest ongoing fic yet? Have I?
Nuff said…on
with fic…
Götterdammerüng
(Twilight of the Gods)
Part 14
"Which ones do I bring?"
I stare in confused awe at Ken-kun's bedside table. A variety of multi-colored bottles are lined up neatly in two rows. Loads upon loads of multivitamins and supplements of every brand imaginable. I wonder why Ken-kun, who has always been the healthiest among us, would need all these.
I shrug and search for a bag or container to put all the bottles in. Finding one in the kitchen cabinets, I quickly go back to the room and place everything inside.
Might as well bring everything. I don't want to leave anything behind or Youji-kun might take my head off. He was the one who sent me here while he brought Ken-kun to the clinic. He was as pale-faced as Ken-kun was. And so worried. It was the first time I ever saw Youji-kun so panicky.
"Domo arigato gozaimashita, ojiisan!"
I wave and smile at the night watchman on Ken-kun's apartment building and drive back to Dr. Kanzaki's clinic on my motorcycle, the plastic bag of medicine rattling everytime I hit a bump on the road.
Now why would Ken-kun need so many vitamins? As far as I know even soccer players don't need this much. Why, there is enough in the plastic for a small army.
Ken-kun, what is happening to you?
[Youji]
I had been hovering over Ken's prone form when Omi arrived with Ken's medicine. I took one look at the sheer amount of bottles, alarm filling my being as I rushed out with them to confront the doctor.
"Fuck it, Doc! Even a blind man can see that something's wrong with Ken. And as his doctor, you fucking well should know what's happening. You *will* tell us what's going on even if I have to strangle you to do it."
It isn't an empty threat either. The feeling that we have been kept in the dark just won't leave me. Somehow I know that its not an empty feeling. Ken, and the doctor for that matter, have been keeping something from us. And I can't help the feeling of dread that creeps up on me.
The doctor, to his credit, doesn't say anything at first, even at the face of my anger. He only looks at me. Then at the bag of bottles in my hands, focusing on them with an intenstiy that shuts me and the rest of the world out.
"Zat Ken…I should haf known."
He shakes his head and whispers to himself. The tone, from what I can distinguish in the German accent, is just a little exasperated.
I shift on my toes and almost speak when the doctor looks up at me.
"Zo…you vant to know vat is going on wiz Ken ne?" He shrugs. "Very vell. I tink it iz time zat you all know ze whole truth." His eyes stray to the bottles. "Ezpecially in ze light of zis new development."
I knew it! I knew something was going on. Elation would have filled me if not for the fact that I am so sure that the next thing the doctor says will be bad news…bad news for Ken.
"Take a seat zen, Youji, Omi. Zis vill take longer than any of uz can comfortable ztand."
That sounded so ominous.
Dear God! Just let Ken be all right and I will do anything you ask. Even quit smoking. God, let Ken be all right.
"Zis will explain everyzing."
The doctor hands both Omi and I brown folders and steps out of the room.
"I need to run zome tests on Ken. I vill be back to answer your questions."
I flip through my folder. It contains Ken's files but the medical mumbo-jumbo confuses me to no end. I can pick up some words like Trojan, anemia, virus and Astyanax in the report but how they all connect is beyond me. It gives me a phenomenal headache as well as a palpitating heart. The feeling of doom had increased as soon as I saw this folder.
Finally I can't take it any longer. There is a time to act all knowledgeable and a time to accept defeat and ask. I throw the folder on the table between us and turn to Omi.
"You understand this shit?"
The kid seems to hesitate then he nods at me. Sometimes I truly marvel at the brain Omi sports behind that pretty face of his.
"Not everything, certainly, Youji-kun, but the gist of it."
"And?"
[Omi]
"And?"
As Youji-kun turns jade-green eyes towards me, I couldn't help but flinch back. I hate being the bearer of bad tidings. Sometimes, understandanding things isn't a piece of cake.
"And…and…" I look about, wild-eyed. "And I need to use the men's room for a moment. Excuse me."
I don't want to be the one to tell Youji-kun. Especially now that I know that he loves him. One had to be blind not to see the panic in his voice when he got to us on the roadside or the concern in his eyes, all directed towards the prone form by the roadside. That wouldn't have been too suspicious if not for the thousand little things I have learned to look at.
Once he had arrived, Youji-kun had only spared me a glance and went straight towards Ken-kun. I couldn't help but see how his gaze lingered on the scrapes and bruises Ken-kun had from his fall from the motorcycle and how Youji-kun was desperately trying to get Ken-kun to open his eyes. You couldn't chalk it down to comrade concern. That kind of care could only mean one thing. Love.
Now that I made the connection, all of the weirdness around Youji-kun's and Ran-kun's behaviour fell into place.
Knowing how he feels about Ken-kun, how can I tell him what I found out in the reports?
Youji-kun is bound to freak out. I know he is. I'm on the verge of freaking out myself after reading those reports that the good doctor gave us. How could I have not seen it from the first? I had misjudged Ken-kun's sickness for something ordinary when I shouldn't have.
I bang my head on the cool tiles of the bathroom wall. This is a fine situation we're in. A fine situation for Weiß to be in. Ran-kun all prostrate on the bed unconscious. Ken-kun as well.
Damn! I should have noticed. I'm his best friend. I was the one who asked him back to Weiß. Why didn't I notice?
/This isn't the time for hysterics, Omi. Get yourself together. We still have Youji-kun to face./
Youji-kun. Yes. I guess there is no helping it. I need to be the one to tell Youji-kun. It would be better if it came from me rather than the doctor. He would understand it better.
I splash some cool water on my face to give me strength and emerge from the bathroom with a grim set to my face.
"Oi, Omi! You sure took your sweet time."
Youji-kun's tone is impatient as he looks up from the folder. The smell of cigarettes is heavy in the room and I can still see tendrils of smoke wafting up from the spent cigarette resting on the ashtray. If Ken-kun was here, he would have given Youji-kun such a scolding.
/But Ken isn't here. He's lying in bed infected with the demon-spawned virus./
"Gomen, Youji-kun. But I needed to go."
Youji-kun shrugs. "Sou, sou. Well, how about explaining all these medical mumbo-jumbo."
I tense. "Would you really want me to?"
"Stop talking silly, Omi. Of course I want you to. Why the fucking hell would I ask if I didn't want you to?"
"You might not like what you hear."
I can see the green pools widen and dilate a little with overriding anxiety.
/He must really love Ken-kun to be this affected./
For a moment, the anxiety seems to overcome Youji-kun, and I almost think that he will not pursue the question he asks me. But this is only for a moment because resolve finally solidifies in the green depths of his eyes.
"Sock it to me, kid."
I sigh. I guess there's just no working around the fact that I am going to be the bearer of bad news. Thank goodness this is Youji-kun and not Ran-kun. Ran-kun had this penchant to go into silent god mode, going into hiding in solitary splendor. Not something we need at the moment. Youji-kun on the other hand, only turns serious and deadly quiet. At least he isn't liable to desert me.
Thank God for small mercies.
Of course, there's also the chance that he would become violently angry. I wouldn't put it past Youji-kun….but at least I know he isn't liable to hurt me. It isn't his way. We are more liable to end
up with broken furniture rather than a broken Omi.
"You want the long of it? or short of it?"
"Everything. Tell me everything."
I breath in and gulp a glass of water. Afterwhich I snag one of the folders. Best to look at the folder than Youji-kun.
"Well, this basically covers everything since the time Ken-kun met Dr. Kanzaki and even before then."
"Even before?"
"Yes. It seems that the Doctor, after escaping from Zeiger, has already been scouting around for people of, er, characteristics akin to Ken-kun."
I notice I am skipping over the obvious mention of Ken-kun's ailment. It is intentional. I do not need an irate Youji-kun trying to butt-in in the middle of my explanation.
"This chronicles the time Ken-kun went to Brazil with the J-league players for an exhibition match with the Brazilian team. It seems that the country has a long history of insects and malaria."
"Malaria? What the heck is that?"
"…it's a type of fever, Youji-kun. A deadly fever that masquerades itself as another type if sickness, making it more deadly."
/Doesn't it sound so familiar, Youji-kun?/
"Go on, Omi."
"Well, it seems that Ken-kun, while being inoculated for malaria, came down with drug-induced anemia."
"Sou! Anemia? That would account for his paleness and the fainitng spells then. But at least that's all."
/No, Youji-kun That is *not* all. Its worse…far worse than even you can imagine./
But perhaps I am mistaken and I am blowing this all out of proportion. Surely, the doctor would never let Ken-kun do it unless he had good reason top believe he could cure it, wouldn't he?
Damn it! I can't see a way out of this!
"You're getting ahead of the report, Youji-kun." Worry makes my reply sharp and catty. "Now if you'll listen and not intererupt I would like to go on?"
Youji-kun shrugs and settles back on his seat, more relaxed. Amazing how Ken-kun's well-being can work wonders on him and Ran-kun. And even me…maybe we could market Ken-kun off as a stimulant or something.
Enough of the jokes.
/Oh, Youji-kun. You don't even know the extent of this mess.I'm half-tempted to spare you./
But I don't. He deserves to know what happens. Besides, with Ran-kun down, he is now acting leader of Weiß and as such he needs to know how we stand so we can act on it.
"The anemia did not affect Ken-kun enough to not play, though experts were brought in to give Ken medication. Dr.Kanzaki was one of those experts. He had been in the country, researching. Because he found out that Trojan was a malarial strain.
"When Dr. Kanzaki tested Ken-kun's blood he found out that he was the exact type he needed for his continuous quest for..."
"Shit!"
I raise my head to find Youji-kun raking his hands through his hair in apparent agitation. He has finally realized where all this is heading to.
I can tell anyone who would bother to ask the exact second that Youji-kun finally realizes Ken-kun's mysterious ailment. One really needn't think hard enough. All one actually needs to know are the background facts and Ken-kun's personality. I'm almost surprised Youji-kun hasn't seen it coming until now.
"Goddamn it, Omi! Say he isn't!"
How can I say he isn't. When he is.
"Say he isn't, Omi! Tell me I got my facts wrong."
There's a desperate appeal in Youji-kun's voice as he raises pleading eyes towards me. The jade in those eyes were veined with agony and desperation, trying to deny the news.
I can wish that Ken-kun hadn't gone to Brazil and contracted drug-induced anemia, that he hadn't met Dr. Kanzaki. I can wish that that anemia wasn't the perfect carrier for the vaccine against Trojan, that ken-kun hadn't acquiesced to help Dr. Kanzaki's. But that is all they are…wishes. There is no disguising the fact.
"I am sorry, Youji-kun." I say in an almost-whisper. "But it is true. Ken-kun is Astyanax."
"No!"
Youji-kun stands up abruptly, too abruptly, overturning the chair he had been sitting in. Not that he noticed. He flees the room in a dazed rush, leaving me alone.
Sou, I had been wrong. Youji-kun reacted just like Ran-kun.
I feel awful. I want someone to talk to. But Youji-kun has left. At any time at all, it would be Ken-kun I would turn to.
But I can't. Because he's down there, infected with Trojan, trying to save the children and people from the virus by offering his life in return.
/That is just so like you, Ken-kun./
This is so unfair, Ken-kun. How can you do that without even consulting us first? Don't we count in your life?
I remember Youji-kun's anguished face as he tried to deny Ken-kun's situation.
/I wish he wasn't Astyanax, too, Youji-kun. I really wish he wasn't./
TBC ^_~
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